(Feel free to suggest new songs, I am in desperate need of expanding the playlist)
Elaren/Ren || 17 || Any pronouns
Fun facts:
I love listening to all kinds of music, the main genres I listen to are actually Vkei and Metal (both in general, though there's MANY subsections)
Even though this is a writing account, I'm actually a STEM nerd. My intended major for when I go to uni next year is Aeronautical Engineering.
BIGGG hyperfixation on Dr. Stone rn
I do goth makeup! When I do post it it's usually on my Instagram.
My writing
Requests are open!
I'd write for any fandom as long as I feel like I know the characters well enough. I don't currently have a list for what fandoms I'm in, so if you're unsure, please just ask!
My only rules are:
No NSFW (I don't know how to write it, though I'm not opposed to opening to that in the future)
No incest, toxicity, or unhealthy power dynamics (I find those really gross, sorry!)
For the most part, I don't think I'd be opposed to any requests as long as they fit within my rules! Don't be scared to request anything you would like to see đŠˇ
Looking for my masterlist? I did some reorganizing recently, but you can find it here.
"I'll write when I get a break" and then I never get a break.
(I do promise that once I'm free, I will work as much as possible on writing, just things are SO stressful here that I barely have the time to even take care of myself. As I write this, I'm staring at my computer with a blank page of whatâs meant to be code, meant for an unbuilt robot who will be in a competition that's in a little over a week)
"Look at your dad. Such a dork keeping bees. I mean, it'sâat least it's interesting though. At least likeâ I wish my dad kept bees...I mean, it's kind of cute, like your dad keeps bees...how old is your dad? He's obviously beekeeping age...Senku, I want to fuck your dad."
This is the stupidest thing I've done. This is how I spent my allotted 30 minutes of a break before studying again.
Pairing: Dads!StanXeno x Mom!Reader
Timeline on this one is pretty ambiguous. I personally view it as pre-petrification/an AU where the petrification never took place, but could be read as post-canon
Summary: Just being woken up in the middle of the night by your baby, and some sweet moments with your boys.
TW: Reader is AFAB in this one. No pronouns are used. Mention of pregnancy, themes of postpartum anxiety.
Word Count: 1,871
A/N: Don't you guys love it when I just drop a fic and then dip for like 2 weeks? Me neither :') I wish I was able to be more active and write more but GAWD I do not have the time. But I have dad!StanXeno brainrot rn. I just... appeared (it's always been there) And it's really all I wanna write about rn so here you go.
The three of you were roused awake all at once by the shrill sound of crying over the monitor on the bedside table. Deep inhales, quiet grunts, and rustling could be heard in the dark room. You were the first to sit up, checking the time on the clock- 12:34am- and moving to climb over Stanley to get to the bedroom door. He put his arm out to stop you.Â
âIâll get her.â He said, sitting himself up, running a hand through his hair before standing.
âSheâs probably hungry,â you reply, âI need to get her.â You moved once again to get out of bed before Stanley stopped you, gently pushing you down.
âIf thatâs what she needs, then Iâll bring her to you. Just rest, baby.â Reluctantly, you laid back down as he walked out of the room, grabbing the monitor off the night stand to watch your daughter. Her cries pull at you, and you wanted nothing more than to run in there and help calm her down. You watch Stanleyâs figure come into frame, leaning over her crib and lifting her out. The monitor was quickly snatched away from you.
âI believe Stanley told you to rest, darling.â Xenoâs voice was sleepy, and a little grumpy- he did not respond as well to being woken up as you and Stan did. He muted the monitor and set it on the table on his side of the bed. âYou always jump at the first sign of distress with her, let Stan handle it this time.â He reached his arms out, pulling you into him.Â
âI know, I just canât help it,â you said, fighting off a yawn. You curled into Xenoâs hold, but your eyes remained wide open.Â
âI understand, darling. A motherâs instincts are a strong force. However, so is sleep deprivation. She is our daughter, too, and you are our wife. Let us take care of you both.â He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair. You nodded, too tired to continue the back and forth. And, he was right.Â
From the moment you told them you were pregnant, both Stan and Xeno had been model fathers. They both were able to fill in their roles perfectly. Stanley was the one to build the crib, paint the nursery, and take on any other high labor task you couldnât do around the house while pregnant. Xeno made sure to keep track of all the doctorâs appointments, your nutritional intake, anything to do with your wellbeing. Since the very beginning of your relationship, your boys have given you the princess treatment. During your pregnancy, they treated you like a queen- never having to lift a finger if you did not want to.Â
That didnât change once your daughter was born. You just struggled with being away from her. She had lived and grown in the safety of your body for nine months. Without that feeling of security, the anxieties of becoming a parent hit you all at once. Stanley and Xeno were nothing short of perfect with the both of you. They would take turns contact napping with her when she wouldnât go down so you could get some sleep, they ran all the errands, fixed the meals, everything they could to help ease your stress while they were on leave. Even so, even after 7 months of having your daughter, you still were the first to run to her when she started crying. It wasnât that you didnât want them to help, itâs just that you knew you could. The sound of her crying or fussing flipped a switch in you, something pulling at your gut telling you that you needed to get to her as fast as you could. A habit Stanley and Xeno were currently trying to break in you, as you hadnât been getting much, if any, sleep.Â
Even now, her cries from the nursery had lessened, and you knew Stanley had her, but you were wide awake still. It had been several minutes since he had left the room, and you could tell Xeno had already fallen back asleep- his breaths deep and even, and his grip loosening on you. You knew you were tired, exhausted even, and you knew your daughter was safe and cared for with her father, but something in your brain told you that you needed to see her before you could rest again.Â
Carefully, as slowly and quietly as you could, you snuck your way out of bed. Silently, you made the short journey down the hall to the nursery. The door was partially open, and you could hear a soft voice inside. You leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight in front of you.Â
âI never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely, made from loveâ
 The soft sound of Stanley singing filled the room, and in the dim glow of the nightlight, you could see him- cradling her in his arms, rocking her gently, quiet steps shuffling around the room. Your heart swelled. It didnât matter how many times you had seen this sight and ones similar, seeing your boys like this always filled you with warmth. It was always beautiful- to see the two men you loved the most, the ones that the rest of the world perceived to be cold, cruel, and calculating, doing something so gentle. Something so full of love.Â
In his quiet shuffling around the room, Stanley spotted you in the door frame. His singing quieted, and he smiled at you, still rocking your baby. You walked up to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, your other hand going under his to also cradle her, you leaned your head on his arms.Â
âYouâre supposed to be sleeping,â He whispered, his voice nearly silent.Â
âSorry,â you whispered back, âXen fell back asleep so there was no one to hold me back.â You could feel him stifle a laugh. âPlus, Iâll never pass up an opportunity to see this.â
He kissed the top of your head, and you both looked down at the sleeping girl in your arms.
âGod, sheâs so perfect.â He said, and you nodded.
âItâs because she looks like me.â Stanley had to hold back another laugh. It was true- when you found out you were pregnant, the three of you were all curious to see if you would be able to tell who the biological father was when the baby was born. Not that it mattered to any of you, and you certainly werenât going to get it tested. Still, it was a natural curiosity, and you were all anxiously awaiting getting to see what your little bundle of joy would look like. Cue the surprise when your daughter came out with H/C hair, E/C eyes, and your nose. The comedy of it was never lost on the three of you.Â
You both stood in comfortable silence, watching her fall deeper into sleep. When you heard the loud, deep SIGH, Stan broke away from you.Â
âSheâs out.â He whispered, and moved back to her crib, laying her down. He walked back over to you, placing a hand on the small of your back to lead you out of the room. Shutting the door softly behind you, he grabbed you by the hips and placed a soft kiss on your lips.Â
âYou need to get to bed, doll.â He said, his voice raising just above a whisper.
âYeah, yeah.â You muttered, breaking away from his hold. You both quietly walked back into your bedroom, expecting to find a sleeping Xeno. Instead, he was sitting up- his white hair dishelved, pieces of it falling in his face- holding the monitor, watching your daughter. He looked up as the two of you entered.
âIâve been made aware that there was a party of sorts in our daughters room, and I was the only one not invited?â You both laughed at his dramatics.Â
âSnooze you lose, babe.â Stanley said, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Xeno. You climbed into bed, curling up against Xenoâs side, your head resting on his shoulder. Stanley followed after you, draping his arm around the shoulders of both of you. You watched the monitor, watching your sweet girl shifting in her sleep.Â
âGod, sheâs so cute. I just wanna climb in there with her and stare at her all night.â You said, getting a short laugh out of both boys.Â
âDarling, the last thing you need is another reason not to sleep.â Xeno said, pressing a kiss to your temple. He set the monitor aside, out of view. You groaned in feigned annoyance and laid down, tucking the covers up under your chin. You turned to lay on your side, facing Xeno. Both men wrapped their arms around you, and you could very quickly feel yourself falling back to sleep.Â
âNext wake up, itâs on you, Xen. So she canât escape this time.â Stanley said. You were too tired to fire back with any kind of response, but you could hear Xeno chuckling.Â
âWith pleasure, my dear.â Xeno responded, a yawn breaking through his words, âNow, please, we all need to get back to sleep.âÂ
You could feel the pillows shift as Stanley nodded, âGânight, you two. Love you both.â He mumbled, sleep washing him over fast.Â
âI love you both, as well.â Xeno responded. You let out a hum, and a sound that in no way could have been perceived as words, but they both understood the intent. Once again, sleep managed to wash over the three of you.
At 4 in the morning, shrill cries once again sounded through the monitor. And, again, the sounds of sharp inhales, soft grunts, and rustling could be heard in your bedroom as the three of you stirred. You started to sit up, before a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you back down to the bed.Â
âIâm already on my way, dear.â Xeno stood as he replied, quietly making his way out of the room. You craned your neck up to try and catch a peak at the monitor before Stanely flipped you over to face him.
âCâmon, doll. Or do I need to sing you a lullaby, too?â Stanley teased, a hand finding its way to play with your hair.
âWell, it couldnât hurt.â You shot back, your smirk hidden by the dark in your room, but practically audible in your words.Â
Stanley scoffed, âJust go to sleep.â You nodded and buried your face in his chest, trying to block out the sound of cries that made your heart race so bad. Stanley hummed quietly, fingers stroking through your hair. Soon, your daughterâs cries died down, along with the racing in your mind. You were still half awake when Xeno came back into the room several minutes later. Once you could feel his warmth in the bed, and the room once again filled with the steady, even breaths of your husbands, you found yourself finally able to fully doze back to sleep.Â
A/N: Bro I love author's notes. I love forcing you guys to either read or scroll past my yapping. What a time to be alive.
But anyway, I am slowly.... but surely working on the next part of Opposite Sides of the War. I need to figure out what route I want to take here, because I thought I knew and then I started writing it and then I didn't know :') Until then, I'm probably just going to be writing this trio as parents bc it's what my brain is stuck on.
Okay see you love you byeeee
Watch out world, I found another grey hair (I have 3 in total now)
Old man Senku, who develops Alzheimer's disease sounds nice, right? Right? :)
Senku, who can still name the elements of the periodic table in order, but has trouble recalling the memories he made with you. Your face is so familiar, but simultaneously, you've become a stranger to him.
Senku, who keeps asking for the moon, only to be taken outside to enjoy the night sky, and becoming visibly upset. He keeps chanting, "This isn't the moon."
He doesn't remember your name, but the only thing he knows about you is that you're just as beautiful as the moon.
Senku, who keeps asking for Byakuya, "I need my dad."
